Saturday, April 30, 2005

All kinds of stupid.

Until rather recently, I was under the impression that I am a relatively well-balanced person.
Lately, however, I can't figure out where I end and the shitstorm around me begins. And what's worse is, I can't tell whether or not I'm imagining the shitstorm.
Eh.
Which is to say, if you haven't noticed, I am slightly miserable most of the time. Usually I am good at covering it with the funny, but the funny is running out.
Goddamn is it running out.
So.
Urm. My point would be...
Pardon any extended periods of grump and asshatery, as a slow-moving shittibitch storm-front is moving in from the south, and is likely to settle over the area for the next few weeks. Dumping shittibitchiness all over this blog, undoubtedly.

*******

I recently (today) visited an old alumni website and discovered that, for some GODFORSAKEN reason (like, I thought at the time I might write something coherent, relevant, interesting, or of worth in this bitch, um, ever?), when I set up my account there I included this blog as my homepage, with my real name, and so some people might have reasonably concluded, upon seeing that link, that I might want people I know to read this here little bloo-bloggy-blig-blahg.
Shit.
Funny thing is, haha, just the other day I was extolling the virtues of said site to a coworker, ha. Haha. Ha.
Shit.
*SMH on concrete*
Jeebus. All kinds of stupid. All. Kinds.
So, in essence, I think I have to issue a partial retraction of my initial "Keep that shit to yourself" post, to anyone who may have found this here little bloo-bloggy-blig-blahg through a certain fancypants college alum association networking site represented by a certain equilateral geometric figure for which the, er, interior angles equal 360 degrees. Shut it. Nine years since I've had a math class, holy hell, I think 11 or 12 since geometry, so I'm actually pretty proud of tha--no, actually I'm not. I'm fucking ashamed, and cannot believe how little I now remember of something so simple. No wait, geek that I am I just looked it up, and I was actually correct in the way I described it, interior angles and all. Woot!
I had a point.
Ah, yes. Should you fit the above description, I officially beg you, on cyber hands-and-knees, to let me know, and then stop reading, promptly, please. Wait, no. Don't tell me. That would be the fifth awkwardest moment of my life. No wait, tell me. Okaydon't. Maybe slide an anonymous note under my door?

******

Aunt Flo is in town, and as usual, she has officially fucked me up. I just want to curl into a little foetal ball and read my new book and maybe later fall asleep, weeping. Tomorrow I will rise prepared for another day. Which will very likely end with weeping.

Hmph.

Anybody wanna see some Basquiat with an emotionally shattered weirdypants? Best way to see some Basquiat! No? I can't imagine why not.

Hmph.

And to the NYC crew--are we bowling Saturday afternoon? If so, I vote Bowlmor! If not, um, well, I'm going to see Hitchhiker! Or Oldboy. If I can fucking find it. You like how I've totally ignored Tribeca, right?

Lady lady lady!I'm so sorry about the shit storm. Those are truly crappy.Just remember that you are very very very very very loved. http://www.public.asu.edu/~jhedrick/ is a good place to go to find the means to defeat your enemies.